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Imprisioned

Prison without walls
choke the life out
dreams squashed
hope dashed
love tossed

Chains bind
clinks without links
some have rings
shining in gold

Ropes tie
twised strings fly
reasons

Chords twice fold
Untouched

Lie

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Detainment is no other thing than the restriction of a man's freedom, regardless of whether it be in the open field, or in the stocks, or in the enclosure in the lanes or in a man's own particular house, and also in the regular correctional facilites; and in every one of the spots the gathering so limited is said to be a detainee inasmuch as he hath not his freedom unreservedly to go at all circumstances to all spots whither he will without safeguard or mainprise or something else.

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